I compare, thee

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

and, oh! How beautiful thee 

must glisten in the eyes of all!

and of mine own,

this troubled mind finds utmost tranquility.

a glistering ray of sun

a soft whisper of natures' pure and radiant voice

has naught the least bit comparison,

for comparison is needed, not. 

Shakespearean words read not thy kind demeanor.

Nor loon or lark have such a beauteous voice.

Melody and harmony; both dissonance in

the presence of one so fair,

yea, indeed one so fair

as there is no compare!

and so radiant is thy body

thy mind

thy soul

such flamboyant flair,

that none but God above

can thee compare.